Supposedly, Hemingway once wrote a story in six words: "For sale: baby shoes, never worn." I'm no Hemingway, but I dig the idea of ultra-short stories.
I write them from time to time. You might like some. You can find me on Twitter at @dcwllms.

Tuesday, February 4, 2014

765. Because sometimes...

The street was empty.Then it wasn't.People were dancing in unison with a wild and joyful abandon.Sometimes the universe smiles at us.